We swallow the bourbon down
In one gulp our three dollar bliss has vanished
An allegorical bliss, finding god at the corner of 5th and Main
We stand at the bar facing the mounds of alcoholic salvation
In a bar full to capacity we stand with our hands outstretched in our hollow wallets
Hoping to stumble across tithe for our addiction
Yet our hands come out empty, shaking as reality sets in.
Three hours ago, we were men with full wallets and a purpose
Now we are eves children, falling for temptation
Gods curse is inferior to the worthlessness we feel
Just as we feel the fiery fury of hell upon us
The bourbon recoils in our stomachs and our sins are liberated
On the corner of 5th and Main between a tavern and a church we are reborn
And all I can do is smile
